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MS AMERICANA: BJ

By Dark One

"Whoa, boys, it's Ms Big Jugs herself," Kid Rotten said, and they all laughed.

Ms Americana stopped and glared at the pimp and his hired thugs. The super sexy super heroine felt her red, white and blue costume top starting to slip down a bit. It happened, but a quick tug solved the issue. Just one of the problems of hiding 38Gs inside a strapless bikini top. But now that everyone on the street was staring at her tits, thanks to Kid, she couldn't just tug her top up like that. They would mock her.

<If I end up showing nipple, I'll break his face,> she thought as she struck a classic super heroine pose.

"Pissing me off isn't the wisest idea, pimp," Ms Americana snarled. Recently, Sugar Towners had begun taunting her with the moniker, Ms Big Jugs, or occasionally Ms BJ for short. It pretty much always led to a knock down, drag out fight. Since none of them had ever won one of those fights, she didn't understand why they insisted on starting them. "But then just the sight of a skanky pimp like you pisses me off royally."

"Yeah, Ms BJ, it's better to be pissed off than pissed on," Kid said, and that got everyone to laughing again. She truly hated the tall, blonde pimp in the purple suit. "Hey, is that a bit of nipple I see?"

"Vile miscreant!" Ms Americana cried, charging forward. The pimps scattered. Hookers started screaming. The vivacious bombshell vigilante zeroed in on her chief tormentor, Kid Rotten. He wouldn't escape her wrath again. "Fight like a man, Kid!"

She cut left to head him off. Kid suddenly turned and charged her. Ms Americana let loose with a powerful uppercut, but he dodged it. A second later, Kid unleash two of his own uppercuts, but he aimed for her titanic tits.

"Oh! Ouch!" Ms Americana cried, feeling her tender titties battered from below, forced to bounce up hard. Then she realized her tits popped out of her top. A second later her top was resting around her narrow waist and her 38Gs were bouncing naked. "Oh, you foul man! How dare you hit me THERE, and expose my breasts!"

"Honk! Honk!" Kid cried as he reached out and gave both tits big squeezes.

"Great Liberty!" she cried, and cold cocked him right there. Kid Rotten hitting the pavement took the wind out of their fun sail. Ms Americana took the time to pull her top back up, and tuck the girls in nicely. Then she chased off all the other pimps, their hookers and anyone else on that corner. Unfortunately, when she returned to collect Kid, he'd disappeared, too. "Dang it. But this isn't the end of this. I'm sick and tired of them disrespecting me by calling me 'Ms Big Jugs.'"

# # #

"Brenda, you look marvelous!" Axanna Morgan said. They kissed air to either side of each other's face, never actually touching. "Is that dress Valentino?"

"Yes, and so are the shoes," Brenda said, striking a fashion pose in her scarlet designer ensemble. She looked Axanna up and down, also spectacular in a designer outfit. "Green? Really?"

"Hey, I like green," Axanna said, and they laughed. "Besides, it's emerald green. Very bright, and different."

"Hey, gorgeous girls!" Angela Grear called as she sashayed up to them through the crowd. She was wearing a form-fitting lavender sheath-like gown, strapless and quite daring. Brenda figured she had to use a whole roll of double-sided tape to keep that hot number up and covering her girlie assets.

"Lavender, Angela? Really? You, too?" Brenda said, grinning as she shook her head. Diamonds sparkling deep in that stylishly tousled mass of shimmering black hair, her chandelier earrings brushing her bare shoulders. "You two really like to live dangerously."

"Don't we all?" Angela said, grinning mischievously. She glanced over Brenda's shoulders, and smiled wide. "Oh, here comes the yummy entertainment."

Brenda slanted a glance over her left shoulder, and immediately scowled. Some imbecile hired an internationally renown hypnotist for the evening's entertainment. She didn't like hypnotist, since having the Aphrodite gene she was vulnerable to such tricks. Despite being a superior woman, and standing head and shoulders above "normal" people, she did have her little Achilles Heels she had to protect.

"Ah, three belles of the ball," Sir Antonio said, his too handsome face lighting up. "May I have a volunteer?"

Sir Antonio wasn't working on a stage that night. He was mingling with the rich and famous of the charity ball, giving little "demonstrations."

"Hypnotize Brenda," a male voice called. Brenda felt a second of panic. The voice was vaguely familiar, and she was sure he was trying to disguise it. "Make her give some of those hot video BJs."

Brenda felt her face heat up, all the way down to her titanic tits. Six months back, she'd been kidnapped and forced to perform sex acts before cameras. Mostly she gave blow jobs to masked men. After three days Lady Midnight found her and rescued her, but not before those vile men posted countless videos of her giving BJs and other sex acts all over the internet. Now she was an international porn star on the internet. And she hated being reminded of that more than anything else.

"Perfect. Now, Brenda, just stare at my watch," Sir Antonio said, starting to swing a gold watch before her face.

She felt a slight compulsion to actually stare at it and let him hypnotize her. She always did. But this time she shook herself out of the semi-trance she'd already started to fall into, and glowered at the hypnotist. Was he actually planning to give her "suggestion" to give oral sex?

"How DARE you!" Brenda growled, grabbing him by the collar. "I cannot be hypnotized, and refused to participate in any way shape or form. And what kind of degenerate, sewer-minded ass wipe are you?"

"No! No! You don't understand, I wasn't going -- " he stammered.

"Damn right you aren't going to turn me into some kind of mindless sex object," she sneered, and thrust him away. He staggered back, tripped and fell on his ass before her. Sir Antonio rolled up onto his knees as she stepped up, looking up with big worried eyes. "That's where YOU belong, on your knees before a superior woman."

His handsome face fired up crimson, and he jumped to his feet. "How dare YOU!"

"Oh, I dare, buster. I dare mightily," she said, baby blues fiery as she backed him up through the gleeful crowd. How they loved a good fight. But as soon as she realized she'd become their entertainment, Brenda wanted to end it. "You just stay away from me. Stay far away from me, or suffer the consequences."

With that, Brenda brushed past him and went to the Ladies Room. She spent a few minutes touching up her face and hair. It was unnecessary, but it gave her time to calm down and collect herself. Then she headed back towards the party.

"Ah, the bitch is back," Sir Antonio said just as she left the Ladies Room. They were in a short hallway, cut off from the others. They were alone. She scowled at him, feeling her fists form of their own accord. Then he lifted up before her face a small flashlight. It started strobing in her eyes. "Relax. Relax, my pretty."

"I don't…I…oh," Brenda said, and fell under his power effortlessly.

"Good girl, Brenda," Sir Antonio whispered in her ear. She felt his free hand cup her 38Gs through her gown, and stroke her shapely butt. "Interesting. Not wearing panties, but you are wearing a bra. But with those monster melons, I guess you really have to, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I guess you know it's revenge time, right?"

"Yes."

"You're very susceptible to hypnotism, aren't you?"

"Yes. Very."

"Good. That means I can make you do the most outrageious things, stuff normal people would never do even under hypnosis," he said, grinning wickedly. The memory of being on his knees before her, and her basically saying it was his proper place. His scowl slowly transformed into a dark smile. "Brenda. Whenever you hear a man say the word 'BJ' you will drop to your knees, pull out his dick and give him a very hot and sexy blow job. Understand?"

"I understand. Blow job."

"Furthermore, you will not remember meeting me outside the bathroom, or remember the suggestion I gave you," he said, grinning. "And you will not remember giving the blow jobs after they are done. You will take up where you left off before hearing 'BJ.' Understand?"

"I understand. Forget."

"Excellent. Close your eyes." She closed her eyes. "I will snap my fingers, and you will wait ten seconds before you open you eyes and continue on as if nothing happened."

Sir Antonio snapped his fingers, and hurried away. Ten seconds later, Brenda opened her baby blues and continued back to the charity ball. What she didn't know was someone had overheard. Someone she wouldn't want to have ANYTHING on her, since he was a fierce business rival, and had unsuccessfully tried to take over Wade Enterprises twice.

Ethan Whitebread smiled wickedly. He'd known Brenda all of his life. They'd grown up on the same street, children of the rich and privileged. They'd never gotten along, probably because General Wade and Ethan's father hated each other. Now both were in charge of the family empires.

"Mmm umm, me and Brenda are about to have a good time," Ethan said, starting to follow her discreetly. After an hour, he sees his chance. She was speaking with that annoying investigative reporter, Tanya O'Donnel, in a semi-secluded corner, with ornamental palm trees in big planters giving a little privacy. As the two beauties started to rejoin the party, he moved in fast. "Brenda, may I have a word in private with you?"

"Ah, Ethan. Always wants a word in private," Brenda said, leveling very unamused baby blues on him. She thought she knew what he wanted from her. His company was in cahoots with Big Daddy Vanderholm's lumber company, and wanted to clear cut some virgin forest. She'd used her influence to block them. "This can't wait?"

"It won't take long. I promise."

"I'll catch up with you in a bit, Tanya," she said.

"Take your time, I'm going to go power my nose."

Ethan followed Brenda back deep into the corner. She turned with a cold poker face and waited for him to waste his breath.

"Do you know my friend? BJ?"

Brenda's mouth started to water, and she dropped to her knees before Ethan. All she felt was an overwhelming need, desire, HUNGER for cock. Cock in her mouth. The sexy business woman pulled out his semi-flaccid cock, and gave the head a firm lick. Then she wrapped her glossy red lips around the head of his cock, her right hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, and her left hand began fondling and tickling his hanging, hair balls.

"Uuuuuuggghggmmmm," Brenda moaned wantonly.

"Oooooooooohhhhh, yes, baby," Ethan groaned, head back as she started the most intense head he'd ever experienced.

He got rock hard fast, and she began rolling her hot, wet tongue all over his head and shaft, and even sucked on his balls. He noticed half a dozen of the closest people could see them, and were staring open-mouthed. Ethan gave them the thumbs-up. The two women were scandalized, but the men just grinned wickedly.

It didn't take long after she started bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Ethan wasn't prepared for the emotional thrill of his little victory over Brenda, or prepared for the intensity in which she would suck him off. He blew his wad into her eager, slurping mouth in less than two minutes. He tucked his cock back into his pants as Brenda stood up and then looked him in the eyes.

"No, I don't know anyone by that name. Why?"

"Oh, if you don't know him then never mind. Thanks for your time, babe."

Brenda just stared after Ethan. Why were those men slapping him on the back?

"I need a drink," she said, feeling a little winded, a little parched. She had a strange, yet oddly familiar, taste in her mouth. But then she spotted Axanna, Tanya and Angela, and forgot all about it as she hurried over to them.

# # #

"I love to see the little rats run," Ms Americana said. Brenda had felt strangely restless after the charity ball, so headed out as Ms Americana to spend some of that excess energy performing some good for society. And at two in the morning, the most unsavory activities in Delta City were in the city's most notorious and largest red light district, called Sugar Town. As she walked down the street the pimps, hookers and pushers scattered to the winds. "But as much as I love to disrupt their unsavory business activities, I do wish someone would stand and fight. I feel the need to smash pimps, pushers and other miscreants tonight."

The last half of the charity ball had been weird. People were looking at her funny, and there was some sexual innuendos toss her way, followed by lots of snickering. Very frustrating.

The sexy super heroine rounded a corner, and spotted the man she most wanted to encounter. Kid Rotten. The notorious Sugar Town pimp was standing with eight of his streetwalkers.

"Hey, it's Big Jugs herself," a young man called, pointing at the bikini costumed super heroine.

"That's MS Big Jugs to you, Mr. Miscreant," Kid said, making them all laugh.

"Rotten, we have unsettled business," Ms Americana sneered. "Do you want to surrender quietly, or give me the satisfaction of taking care of you right and proper."

To emphasis "right and proper" Ms Americana smacked her right fist into her left palm. Many times as she grinned with wicked delight. The fact that none of them were running away made her very happy. In fact, a few of the hookers were stealthily sneaking around behind her. Truth was, that tactic had worked for them in the past, and she suffered for it. Not going to work again.

The super shapely super heroine walked straight up to the purple-suited pimp. She so wanted to slap the leering grin off his blonde-bearded face. The thought of pissing in his purple bowler crossed her mind, making her full red lips curl into a cruel smile as she came to a stop just a foot in front of the pimp. He was taller than herself, so she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

"What I want it to TITTY fuck your monster melons, Ms Big Jugs," Kid said, leering down into her deep cleavage. She noticed his pants were tented from his erection. She was pleased to see her "assets" were still above to distract those filthy-minded miscreants. No pun intended, but her tits were her biggest crime fighting asset. "And then watch though sweet red lips sucking my huge cock all the way down your throat."

"Well, talk about turning my stomach," Ms Americana said. She smiled smugly, as much sensing as hearing the two hookers sneaking up behind her. "Want to hear my fantasy?"

"Sure, why not?" Kid said, stalling for time.

"I'm flattered you care enough to listen," Ms Americana said, striking a confident super heroine pose, arms hanging loosely at her sides. "My fantasy is…." She jumped straight back, grabbed each of the two hookers by the hair at the nape of their necks, and slammed their heads together. She tossed them aside and lunged at Kid. "…to kick all of your ASSES!"

Kid charged her. A right cross missed, so she threw an uppercut at his chin. He ducked aside, and slammed a fist into her ribs, followed by an elbow across her left cheek.

"Ugh," she cried, falling to the side. He charged her, and she barely recovered in time to send a vicious roundhouse at his face. That forced him to dodge aside, and she pressed her attack. "I'm going to unleash all of my wrath upon you, miscreant!"

A pretty black streetwalker threw herself at the Queen of Justice, and wrapped her arms around Ms Americana's knees. The sexy super heroine fell tits first to the sidewalk. But before anyone could exploit her moment of vulnerability, she used her super strength to spread her legs wide, breaking the streetwalker's grasp. Then she snatched up the hooker and threw her straight into a charging Kid Rotten.

"Ha! Not fast enough to take down Ms Americana!" the vivacious vigilante crowed with glee. That fight felt GREAT. Just what the doctor ordered. "Girls, I'm faster, smarter and PRETTIER than you. I suggest you run for it, while you still can."

Kid was back on his feet and trying to escape. He wasn’t moving too fast after she cold-cocked him moments before. The hookers were keeping their distance, looking gloomy as they watched her lock onto their pimp. Ms Americana smiled as she strode towards Kid.

"Where you going, Rotten?" Ms Americana said, catching up easily. She pushed him up against the wall, leaning in close to his face. "I have a room with a view waiting for you….in JAIL."

"I guess I'll have to take a rain check on the titty fucking, then," Kid said.

"I guess you will," she said, scowling at him.

"How about a BJ to go then?"

Her reaction was instantaneous. Ms Americana released the hated pimp. She dropped to her knees and unzipped him. Then she pulled out his cock and started sucking with relish.

"Oh my God!" one of the hookers cried.

"Oh, yes," Kid said, groaning and running his fingers through her silky, shiny black hair. "Oh, man, this bitch really knows how to please a man."

The super sexy super heroine rolled her tongue all around Kid's huge dick, licked and slurped on it. She concentrated on intense head, until he was squirming before her, gasping and clutching desperately at her silky hair. Then she swallowed him. In fact, she took his overlong cock down into her throat.

A little redheaded hooker, just standing five feet tall and very petite, eased up behind Ms Americana. She quickly pulled the golden power belt's fasteners apart, while the statuesque super heroine was totally engrossed in giving the pimp intense pleasure. She only gave a tiny groan to indicate she knew she'd been de-powered.

Very far in the back of her brain, Ms Americana realized her power belt was removed from her body. She no longer had super powers. She was extremely vulnerable. But the need, desire, HUNGER that possessed her, that made her a cock hungry whore, would not release her. She kept right on giving Kid his requested BJ, and enjoying it almost as much as the skanky pimp.

"She's deep-throating me!" Kid cried. Then he lost it. "Uuuuggggghhhhh! God that was incredible."

Ms Americana stuffed Kid's cock back into his pants, and zipped him up as she stood. Then all memory of what just happened vanished from her mind. Two hookers grabbed her arms and held her tight.

"Hey! Great Liberty, how did you de-power me?" she cried. "Where is my belt?"

To the sexy vigilante's surprise, her body was already highly aroused. Butterflies rioted deep in her belly, and she felt her titanic tits tingling. Her twat was burning with need, as where her rock hard nipples.

"All right, babe," Kid said. "We caught Ms Americana. Party time."

"You vile pig, don't you dare touch me!" Ms Americana cried as her hands were slowly pulled behind her back. Another hooker snapped handcuffs on her. Kid slid up close, snatched her head way back by her hair, and slid his hand down under her costume bottoms. His expert fingers quickly found her engorged clit, and started rubbing it with all of the talent he'd mustered in the years he worked as a pimp. She felt the effects immediately. "Stop that! This Ms Americana commands!"

"Those sweet lips are wasted making assine commands," Kid said, and kissed her long and hard.

"Uuuuuuggggggggmmmmmmmmm!" she cried into his mouth.

Kid Rotten proved just how masterful he was with a woman's body. She knew he had a well earned reputation for being able to break a woman's will to resist in one sex session. Those poor girls were broken on his enormous cock, and then tamed. After that, they did anything he wanted. And he ensured he kept all of his ladies well fucked to keep them in their place.

Ms Americana's baby blues were wide in disbelief. How did that happen? She was in charge, had the pimp within her power. And a second later, she found her power belt had been removed without her knowledge and was now the captive and being sexually molested by the pimp she'd just defeated. Worse still, after less than a minute of clitoral stimulation her body was changing rapidly, already filling with intense heat and building fast toward climax.

Her left leg lifted off the ground as her spectacular body began reacting to Kid's sexual abuse, moving without her conscious thought. Indeed, she felt her mind and will slipping away. Sex was any woman with the Aphrodite gene's Achilles Heel, and Kid was taking her down fast. The thought of that, in fact, just aroused her even more.

"Uuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhh," she groaned, feeling her 38Gs began to burn and tingle, and swell a little more. Moisture was flowing out of her vagina, saturating her twat and Kid's erotic fingers. She started panting through her nose, eyes growing wild as she was pushed to the brink of ultimate destruction and pleasure. And then she lost it, and the orgasm smashed into her. "AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhh!"

Kid released the gorgeous super vixen. She stood between two hookers, wobbly on her stiletto heeled feet, trying to get her reeling mind to settle down. She felt her costume bottoms pulled down her mile long legs, and stepped out of them with no prompting. Then Kid removed her strapless, red, white and blue costume top, releasing her 38Gs to jostle before everyone's eyes. He immediately grabbed her tits with both hands, and buried his face in those titanic tits too.

"You want….oh….get away with this," Ms Americana muttered.

Kid laughed, as did all the hookers, pushers and johns on the street around them. She was led into the nearest hooker hotel, where Kid paid for a room and half dragged the sexy super heroine into it. Alone, he said on the bed and forced her to impale herself upon his erect cock.

"Great Liberty, a pimp is trying to TAME ME!" she cried. "He's using my own body against me!"

"And quite successfully, I might add," Kidd said, grinning. "You super heroines are all big, fat posers. All of you are born and bred WHORES. You are whores all the way into your stuck up souls and hearts. And I am about to tame and claim you, Ms Americana. After a short session with my bitch taming cock, you will work for me. You will even be quite eager to please."

"Never! My soul and will are indomitable!"

One minute later, Ms Americana was frantically bouncing up and down upon Kid's magic cock. She didn't even have a single thought about fighting the building climax. She longed for that climax. She NEEDED that climax.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Goddess, I am TAMED!" the sexy super heroine cried joyfully.

"That is so wrong," a familiar voice said at the door.

"Azure Angel?" Kid said.

"How dare you rape a beloved and respected super heroine!" Azure Angel cried. "I will thrash you within an inch of your life, miscreant."

"How did you know we were up here?" Kid said.

Azure Angel held up Ms Americana's costume and power belt. "Your whores were running around showing off their trophies, Kid Rotten. I collected them and forced one of your girls to tell me where you had Ms Americana. I'm afraid I broke her arm."

Kid pushed Ms Americana with all of his strength. The sexy vigilante flew straight back, and into Azure Angel.

"Ugh!" both women grunted.

Kid was on top of them in an instant. He kicked Azure Angel in the chin, laying her out flat on the floor, moaning and groan. Ms Americana found herself beneath the laughing pimp, his feet planted to either side of her well rounded hips.

"I am the MAN!" Kid cried triumphantly to the Heavens. "I took down two fucking super -- Ugh! Ack!"

Kid grabbed his crotch, feeling Ms Americana's red booted foot. She'd kicked straight up, her long stiletto heel finding his left nut. The purple clad pimp fell straight back, the pain so intense he passed out cold.

"Oh, hey," Azure Angel said, struggling to her hands and knees. "Oh, you got him."

"I got him. Get these cuffs off me, and onto him," Ms Americana said. "Then we'll call the police to take him away."

"Hey, Ms Americana, we make a good team," Azure Angel said. "Maybe we can go on patrol together some time?"

"Um, yeah. Maybe," she said. But she was thinking, <Great Liberty! Tanya, Angela and Axanna will never let me hear the end of this! Saved by AZURE ANGEL!>

# # #

The next afternoon, Brenda was sitting behind her deck when her intercom buzzed and several men barged into her office unannounced. It was her business rival Ethan Whitebread. Why did he look so damn smug? That didn't bode well for her.

"I see them, Cindy," Brenda said into the intercom. "I'll deal with them."

Brenda stood up and looked the three men over critically. Ethan was wearing his usual dark gray suit and tie. He might be a sleazy, crooked businessman, but he was handsome and had excellent taste in clothes. His associates were also dressed in suits and ties, and looked more like accountants and lawyers than thugs or hired muscle.

Brenda wore a black skirt, that dropped to just above her knees, with silk shirt and bright yellow suit jacket. Her hair was piled atop her head in her trademark style, with little stylish wisps falling around and framing her super model gorgeous face. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in black stockings, and feet in black stiletto sandals. Everything she wore was obscenely expensive, with designer labels.

"Good afternoon, Ethan. What can I do for you and your friends?"

"Didn't I tell you she's gorgeous beyond belief, boys?" Ethan said. The other two men nodded enthusiastically, all three sets of eyes zeroed in on her cavernous cleavage. Brenda rolled her baby blues, seeing it was going to be one of those meetings. Ethan liked to come over to torment her ever so often. The men with him, if he stayed in character, were legal eagles who THOUGHT they found a legal loophole that would allow Ethan to bypass some legal roadblock she had stopped him with. Question was, which of his nearly two dozen projects that she stopped was he trying to get around her on? "And so sweet and polite, unless you tick her off. Then she can be meaner and more dangerous that a wild cat."

There were only two chairs in front of her sprawling desk, so Brenda waved the men over to a sitting around. A red leather couch and two chairs sat before a working, wood burning fireplace. It was summer, so the firebox as cold and empty. To her dismay, and supreme irritation, Ethan sat in the middle of the couch and the other two men each took one of the chairs. Ethan expected her to sit next to him.

"What do I own the…um…pleasure of this visit?" Brenda said, choosing to stand between the two chairs, and before the couch. A low, heavy coffee table separated her from Ethan.

"Pleasure? You almost sounded sincere, Brenda baby," Ethan said, leaning back and throwing both arms out atop the couch to either side. He nodded at the spot next to him on the couch. "Come on, babes, sit down. Let's talk. Work things out. We're all friends here, right?"

Brenda's eyes dropped to Ethan's lap. He had a raging hard-on. That wasn't unusual. He frequently got boners while talking to her. Always had since reaching puberty. He was a PIG. But he usually wasn't so blatant about it. It almost looked like he wanted her to see it, like it would get her all flustered and something. Did he think she'd lose control of her libido and have sex with him?

"What game are you playing, Ethan?" Brenda said, crossing her arms and starting to tap her feet. "I'm busy and don't have time for childish games."

"Sit."

"Tell me why you are here."

"If you sit, I'll tell you what I want."

"Oh, you want something?" she said. He just grinned at her. The other two were also grinning. Exasperated, Brenda threw up her hands and rolled her eyes at the Heavens, in a "why me, lord" expression. Then she sighed and sat down beside Ethan, though she remained perched on the edge of the couch, shapely legs crossed. "Okay, I'm sitting. What do you want?"

"Oh, all of your money and a BJ," Ethan said. He saw the other two men suddenly perk up expectantly.

Brenda didn't know what hit her, or even that anything within her had changed. The suggestion consumed her mind, subjugating her usually indomitable will. Without a single thought, the super sexy business woman reached over and unzipped Ethan's pants. She pulled out his cock and lowered her full red lips to it.

"Mmmmm," Brenda moaned as she tasted his thick cock, her glossy red lips encircling his cock head. Then, while rolling her hot, wet tongue all around that shaft, Brenda sucked him in deeper and deeper. "Uummmmmmm."

"I told you," Ethan said smugly, enjoying Brenda's sexy attentions for the second straight day. Both men had out their camera phones, one taking one still picture after another, while the third man was using the audio/video function to record the encounter. "Get every second of it, boys. We'll need it later to put Sweet Brenda in her proper place, and then keep her there and quiet."

While Brenda sucked Ethan's cock with relish, he reached down her shirt and started fondling her 38Gs. He wanted to strip her, but he didn’t want her figuring out what was happening right away. If she woke up naked, then she would figure it out and correct the problem.

"She is so good, too," Ethan groaned while she was giving him a firm handjob while licking and sucking on his balls. Then she suddenly gobbled down his dick, deep throating him, and Ethan lost his battle. "Uuuuuuggghhh. Eat that, bitch."

"Ha!" Brenda barked a laugh immediately after sitting back up. She didn't notice Ethan zipping up as she looked at the other two men. "You want all my money. And how do you plan on acquiring it? Magic?"

"Well," Herman said, gaining her full attention. "We thought you'd just sell us all of your Wade stock, at pennies on the dollar, BJ."

The amused look on Brenda's face changed to lusty, and she slipped off the couch and crawled over to the balding business man. He spread his knees and leaned back as she slipped between those knees, and unzipped him. Seconds later, Brenda wrapped her sweet lips around his cock and started to suck him with gusto.

"Told you," Ethan said. "She's totally oblivious to the world right now. All she wants to do is suck your dick."

Herman wasn’t the man Ethan was, and creamed Brenda's mouth quickly. So quickly the other two men panicked. Brenda's head popped up before they realized what was happening, but Bob thought fast.

"Really, Brenda," he said suddenly, drawing her attention away from Herman, who wasn't even trying to zip up. "We just wanted to meet you, and Ethan was good enough to bring us right over. BJ."

"Oh," Brenda said, and crawled over as he stood up. She knelt before the middle-aged man and unzipped him. Pulling out his cock, she immediately started licking the shaft from base to head, and back down and around the balls. She licked and nibbled for a good five minutes, getting Bob panting and fidgeting in pleasure. Then she locked eyes with him as she opened wide. He inserted his cock, and her full red lips slowly descended his throbbing dick. "Mmmmmmmggghhhhhh."

Of course, Ethan and Herman recorded it all for prosperity with their camera phones. Bob was so excited, when he shot his wad into her eager, hungry mouth, he actually ballooned her cheeks. Brenda struggled to swallow it all, as she returned to her seat next to Ethan. Bob quickly tucked his dick away and sat down. Ethan and Herman put away their camera phones and as Brenda returned to her senses, Ethan reached out and stroked her inner thigh, pushing up under her skirt.

"How dare you! Ethan, I warned you about inappropriate touching," Brenda glared daggers at him. "I am a superior woman, not a Bad Conduct prize to be sexually exploited. If you touch me like that again, there will be repercussions." Brenda stood up and struck an arrogant pose. "I'll have to ask you gentlemen to leave now. You've overstayed your welcome."

They all stood up without a word and walked out. But the oddest thing….they all had big shit-eating grins on their faces. And why was her jaw so tired? And what was that oddly familiar taste in her mouth?

# # #

The super shapely Queen of Justice was out and about not five hours later. Suddenly, Kid Rotten stepped out in front of her. Two African American pimps backed him up -- T-Bone Terrell and McDiddy. T-Bone was an old pimp, with steel gray hair and large paunch. He'd been pimping in Delta City for a good forty years. McDiddy was one of his many sons, just getting started in the "family business." Both pimps were tall. T-Bone was a good six foot four, and McDiddy was six foot seven. McDiddy was also heavily muscled.

"Ms Big Jugs, how nice to catch up to you again so soon," Kid said, leering at her massive tits. The other two pimps were looking her form up and down, and McDiddy was actually smacking his lips. "I think we need to finish what we started last night."

"How did you get out of jail so fast?" Ms Americana said. She scowled at the three pimps. "And all of you stop drooling and close your mouths."

"I'll close my mouth around one of them big fat titties," McDiddy said.

"I'm gonna fuck that fat ass like a big dawg," T-Bone said.

"You boys just earned yourselves a major beating," Ms Americana growled, red gloved hands balled up into fists, jaw jutting out and baby blues blazing.

"No games, Ms A, just drop to your knees and suck me off like last night," Kids said, chuckling.

"How DARE you!" the sexy super heroine cried, and threw a wild right cross at the hated pimp. He ducked and slammed a left, right and another left into her belly and ribs, before she spun around and whipped a brutal foot at his face. "Yeee-aaaaahhh!"

Kid flipped completely over, landing face down and groaning in pain. But before she could enjoy her little victory, McDiddy's big fist slammed into the side of her face, and T-Bone's fist pounded into her ribs.

"Ugh!" she cried, spun around. Then McDiddy smashed an uppercut to her chin. "Aaagghh."

The shapely super heroine staggered back against the building. McDiddy stepped up and started using her face, tits and belly as a punching bag. As the former state golden gloves champ, he knew what to do. Despite her legendary super strength, endurance and healing abilities, he was hitting her too hard, too fast, and nonstop. After a few minutes her baby blues crossed, and she slowly slide down the wall to sit in a moaning, groaning heap at McDiddy's feet.

"That's my boy!" T-Bone laughed. "Put that big-titted ho in her place, and then some."

"Yeah, you did good, McDiddy," Kid said. He walked over, and grabbed the hair atop Ms Americana's head, and jerked her head back. Her eyes were closed and jaw slack. He reached down and grabbed the edge of her mask. "Let's see who we got here."

"No," Ms Americana cried, eyes popping open. She batted his hand away, and surged to her feet, her right knee connecting with the vile pimp's nuts. While Kid dropped to his knees and retched, the vivacious vigilante leapt over him and started pounding McDiddy in the face and belly, with all of her strength and speed. This time she didn't give HIM a chance to breath or defend himself, and within a minute the nineteen year old pimp protégé was sprawled on the ground, writhing. "Take that, foul pimp!" She slanted a fiery gaze over her shoulder at T-Bone. "Now it's your turn, pimp. You're old enough you should've known better that to take on Ms Americana!"

"Why do super heroines always refer to themselves in the third person?" T-Bone asked.

"Huh?"

T-Bone lunged at her, pulling a pistol. She was about to laugh and tell him that would useless against her, when he slapped it across her cheek.

"Aagh!" she cried, spun around. But when she spun, she threw out her right fist and backhanded the pimp.

"Bitch!" T-Bone cried as he fell back against a wall.

"Problem, T-GONE?" Ms Americana said, grinning and quite pleased she had a chance to screw with someone else's name for a change.

"Yeah, suck my dick, bitch," T-Bone sneered.

"Oh, try again. I'm a super heroine renown for my sense of justice and my VIRTUE," Ms Americana said smugly. "Can't do that. WON'T do that."

"Virtue?" T-Bone sneered. "You're known for you BJs!"

Without thought or hesitation, the Queen of Justice dropped to her knees between T-Bone's spread legs and unzipped him. She pulled out a monster black dick, and immediately started sucking. The pimp just gawked at her.

"Mmmmmuuuggghhh," Ms Americana groaned, her silky black hair bouncing as she pumped her head up and down his shave real fast. At the same time, her red gloved hands were gently squeezing and fondling his enormous balls.

"Suck my balls, too, Ms Ameri-whore," T-Bone said with a pleasure strained voice. Ms Americana obeyed, and started licking, nibbling and sucking on his balls as her fist stroked his eleven inch shaft.

"Son of a bitch," Kid said as he stumbled over and gawked at the sexy super heroine happily sucking T-Bone's big boner. "She just suddenly stopped and started sucking you. Same thing happened to me last night."

"I was watching her," McDiddy said, coming up. He was wobbly, but still in better shape than Kid. "As soon as he said 'BJ' she changed."

And as soon as he said BJ, Ms Americana rocked back on her heels, releasing T-Bone's cock. She scooted up to McDiddy and unzipped him. She pulled out his cock, and started sucking it with relish. The other two pimps just stared with open mouths, with T-Bone a little miffed to lose her before she finished his blow job.

"BJ," Kid said. Ms Americana immediately abandoned McDiddy for Kid. "Son of a super fucking and sucking bitch. I think some evil GENIUS hypnotized Ms Americana or something."

They watched her head bobbing up and down Kid's shaft a long moment.

"You're right," T-Bone said. "But she started with me first, so she should finish me first. BJ, Ms A."

The super sexy Queen of Justice crawled back to the middle-aged pimp, and started giving intense head. They kept her sucking their cocks, one after another, for the next two hours. Then they started lining up tricks for her, and kept her in a constant state of hypnotic blow jobs, with john after john. All they had to do was have the next john waiting, so as soon as she finished one, the next stepped up and said BJ. Easy as super heroine pussy pie.

When the johns ran out around 4 A.M., they formed a circle around the statuesque super heroine and enjoyed some more BJ's from Ms A. While she happily sucked away, they discussed what to do with her. Three pimps, one super heroine. That's a problem.

"Fuck this," Kid said. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "I have a crazy idea. What about we just let her go on a Fuck and Release Program?"

"What?" McDiddy said. "Just let her go?"

"Are you fucking crazy? She's a fucking, sucking gold mine," T-Bone said.

"True, but how FUNNY and outrageous will it be, if we tell everyone in Sugar Town about her little 'problem' when she hears BJ," Kid said. Since Ms Americana was already sucking his dick, she wasn't affected by him saying BJ. She kept right on giving head. "So, every time she comes down to hassle anyone, they just say BJ and she drops her to knees and sucks them off. She'll be rendered useless and ineffective, and we'll all have a grand ole time at her kneeling expense. And she won't remember any of it."

"She doesn't remember doing any of this?" McDiddy said.

"I don't think so," Kid said. "She doesn't seem to remember last night."

"Fucking A, " T-Bone said, laughing. "I like it!"

"Yeah, and if she hassles one of us, we get our blow job and put her to work for the night, before letting her go," McDiddy said. "Like we did tonight."

After Ms Americana sated their dark lusts, the three pimps just ran off. Ms Americana jumped to her feet, shocked to see the pimps running away. But, weren't they all defeated and laying at her booted feet? So confusing. So she started after Kid, since it was the biggest fish of the three.

"Oh, my Goddess," she groaned, suddenly bending over. "My stomach. So full. So…so….uneasy….I think I'm going to …..yyyyyyeeeeccchhhhh!"

The vivacious vigilante retched right there on the street. She puked three times, emptying her unsettled stomach.

"Ugh, what is that?" she groaned, looking at the milky stuff on the ground before her. "I don't feel so well." The pimps were all gone. So she turned and headed for her car. "Why do my knees hurt? And my jaw? This has been a bizarre day. I'm taking tomorrow off and stay in bed."

# # #

"Oh, yeah, baby. That's right. That's how you do it," Ethan groaned

The gorgeous blonde rode him with wild abandon. She was expensive, but worth it. As much as he loved his daily BJ from Brenda, he couldn't fuck her properly without revealing her little "fatal flaw." The amazing part was that after six weeks, Brenda still didn't know she was giving blow jobs every time she heard BJ. It wouldn't last much longer, though. He was ready to move, and take over Wade Enterprises. Then Brenda would be his, body and soul.

RING! RING!

"Don't answer the….aw shit," Ethan said as the call girl jumped up and pulled out her cell.

"Hello, Tiffany speaking," she said. She listened a second, as Ethan stewed in his juices. He wasn't paying for THAT. Then she laughed uproariously and snapped the phone shut. "Too funny."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, bitch, you killed by fun by answering the phone. Tell me what is so funny so I can stop being PISSED," Ethan said. He was her best customer, and she was ten seconds from losing him. Lucinda was just as beautiful, and a dark and sultry Latina. Maybe he should change girls. Tiffany must have seen his mind working, because she looked worried. "What is so funny?"

"It's…it's…it's kind of a Sugar Town secret."

"Tell me, or get out."

"Oh, baby, don't be that way. I'll make it up to you," she said, getting all sweet and sexy. But he held his hand up, stopping her from remounting him. She sighed. "Okay, but you didn't hear this from me." She grinned fiercely. "Ms Americana has been hypnotized by somebody. Every time someone says BJ, she stops and gives him a wicked blow job. Then she pops up and doesn't remember it at all. It's wild, I know, but it's true."

"How long?" Ethan whispered, his mind putting two and two together. He'd only met Ms Americana twice, face to face. She was about Brenda's height, body type, MAJOR TITS. Black hair. Baby blue eyes. Full red lips. Legs. Hips. TITS. He had no doubt that Brenda Wade was Ms Americana.

"Oh, I don't know, about six weeks, I guess," she said.

Ethan grinned with wicked delight. "I love it. Mount up, baby. Let's party."

# # #

Brenda was sitting in her office with the leaders of the city's Feminist Action Committee when Ethan barged in. Ethan looked her up and down, noticing her deep cleavage was on display despite who she was meeting. Of course, those five middle aged lesbians all probably loved staring at her tits, too. Brenda was wearing all scarlet that day. Ethan liked it.

"How dare you just barge in like that!" Brenda cried, leaping to her feet. Ethan marched right up to her and grinned. "I'm about to wipe that grin off your face, boy."

"Brenda. Kneel. BJ," Ethan snapped.

The Feminist Action Committee women were grinning with wicked glee, waiting for their glorious leader and idyll to slap that uppity man down. She did it all the time. They loved it. But then Brenda dropped to her knees, and unzipped him. Their grins were replaced with looks of shock, horror and disgust.

"Mmmmmmggggh," Brenda groaned wantonly. SLURP! SLURP! "Hhhhmmmmm."

"Go away, bitches," Ethan said, pulling out his camera phone and snapping pictures of Brenda sucking his dick with relish. "Me and the Queen of Bitches have things to discuss, and she still has to lick and suck on my sweaty balls. Unless you LIKE to watch beautiful women sucking on men's dicks and balls. Do you?"

"Oh, you are so disgusting!" one cried, and they all got up and hurried out of the office.

Ethan took pictures as Brenda gave head, sucked on is balls, LICKED his cock and balls, and even took pictures of her deep throating him. As always, as soon as he creamed her mouth, she tucked his cock back into his pants and stood up. She didn't remember a thing.

"Now..what? Where did the other ladies go?" Brenda said, looking around in confusion.

"Oh, they left in utter disgust and revulsion while you were sucking my balls," Ethan said. He keyed into his cell to scroll through the pictures he just took, and turned the camera around so Brenda could watch. Her jaw dropped. Baby blues went wide. Brenda Wade, maybe for the first time in her life, was speechless, frozen in place. "And that is just today's session. Every time we met in the last couple of months has ended like that. Can you imagine what happened the times I brought other men over with me?"

"Oh Goddess! No!"

"Yes. We ALL got sweet, slurping blow jobs," Ethan said, laughing. "And lots and lots of pictures were taken."

Shocked and horrified, Brenda stumbled back and sat on the arm of a chair. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"

"I am doing it because I can. I want EVERYTHING," he said. "Starting today, Brenda, you are my official fiancée, and I'll move into Wade Manor tomorrow night. After we're married, you'll retire to have children, and I'll take over Wade Enterprises, merge it with Whitebread Industries, and we'll live happily every after."

"No. I can't do that. I won't do that!"

"And then I'll have to release all of those GROUP SEX photo session pictures to the media," Ethan said. "You'll be publicly humiliated. That breaks the moral turpitude clause of your contract with Wade Enterprises, and you'll lose your job. Wade stock will plummet, and before you can say "I love you long time' you will be broke and out on the street."

"You monster!'

"I have a computer file ready to send," Ethan said. "Unfortunately, this afternoon's pictures aren't loaded into it, but I can send them later. If you failed to obey anything I say, ask, command, then I will send it immediately. You do NOT get three strikes, Brenda. Obey me, or suffer the consequences."

"You won't get away with this," Brenda said, glaring daggers at him.

"You better pray that I do, otherwise, you will be utterly destroyed."

Ethan saw her baby blues glaze over. She was considering options and tactics and strategies. He couldn't allow her time to think. Not yet, anyway.

"Brenda, BJ."

Brenda dropped to her knees and unzipped him. As she began to suck him off again, Ethan began to strip the beautiful billionaire businesswoman. He got her out of the scarlet dress, and admired how she only wore a lacy red bra, matching garter belt and thong panties. The garters held up black silk hose, with the seam up the back. Her feet were stuffed into five inch red stiletto pumps.

"Remove your bra," he said.

Without stopping, she removed the bra as she sucked his dick.

"Rip the panties off."

Brenda obeyed. Ethan wished he knew she'd obey like this before. He could've had a lot more fun. But of course, until that day he didn't want her to be in a situation where after sex she would know something untoward happened. Waking up naked would have done that, and maybe ended his fun.

Ethan reached into her thick, shiny hair and found the pins holding it up. Seconds later waves of shimmering silky hair cascaded down across her shoulders and down her back. He took more pictures will doing all of this, of course. Then he pulled her off his cock and forced her to kneel on the chair, facing away from him.

"What? What happened," Brenda said, suddenly not under hypnosis anymore.

"Ooops, did you wake up?" Ethan said, and laughed. "Surprise! I told you that you are a secret skanky whore. A secret even to YOU. Now, let's escalate this to the next level."

Ethan pushed his cock up into Brenda's slippery pussy.

"Yikes! My G….Ooooooooohhh," Brenda groaned. Her back arched and she threw back her head. A jolt of pure erotic pleasure ripped through her shapely body, pulling a groan from her full red lips, as Ethan grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and jerked her head even further back. It felt to good, so damn RIGHT. And that frightened her, helping her to regain a small bit of her free will back. She knew she was in dangerous territory, on the cusp of being conquered. "I mean, stop it. Oh, my….oh….oh….yes. I mean -- "

"Just relax and enjoy, Brenda. Life as you know it has changed," Ethan said. "You belong to me now. Get used to it."

"Uuugggghhh. Oh, Goddess," Brenda groan, feeling his thick shaft spreading her twat wider and wider. Unfortunately, it felt GREAT. It always did. She hated her body's love of sex, because she understood how it affected her mind and body so profoundly. "You still have time….ummm….time to stop, and I'll help you get professional help."

Her shapely body started changing immediately. She felt the butterflies deep her in belly come alive, and start dancing. Brenda's traitorous pussy started to tingle and heat up. Even her 38Gs began to tingle and tauten up, rising up slightly, getting even firmer and rounder. After only ten strokes of his huge, impossibly thick cock she found herself panting.

"Great tits, Brenda," Ethan said, reaching his free hand around her body and cupping a firm, white tit. She groaned wantonly when he gave it a hard squeeze. So he pinched her erect, highly sensitive nipple, and Brenda gasped, groaned and moaned. A tremble surged through her statuesque body. "You are such a freakin' poser, bitch! You show the world a strong, successful, VIRTUOUS woman, but deep down you are a raging whore."

"Oh, you sweet talking, BASTARD," Brenda cried, trying to break free. Ethan struggled to hold her down, until he just slammed her face into the back of the chair.

"Uugggh," Brenda groaned miserably.

"Yeah, and take THIS!" Ethan growled. He released her hair and tit, and grabbed her well rounded hips with both hands. Then Ethan started to pound her pussy with all he had, fucking her as hard and fast as he could. Brenda cried out in fear and pleasure, both hands clutching at the back of the chair to hold her steady as he fucked her like she'd never been fucked before. "You….are…MINE!"

Brenda was just barely hanging on to her free will. But when he came inside her, when she felt that hot jizm fill her up, she lost it. A monster orgasm consumed her, body and soul.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

To her horror, Brenda felt him pull out of her pussy, and immediately shove it up her trembling ass hole. She wasn't prepared to defend that hole, and his slippery cock pushed in with ease. Ethan grabbed her silky hair with his left hand, and started spanking her sweet round ass with the right. And he fucked her ass HARD.

"Ms Wade? Did you call me?" Brenda's secretary, Cindy Crayford, said, stepping inside the office. Her big blue eyes went wide, taking in the erotic scene in the sitting area. Ethan was butt fucking her boss, while spanking her hard. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't…I mean…sorry!"

And she was gone.

"Ah, a witness to our undying love, my dear," Ethan said, and laughed. "Now, say, 'Ride 'em, Cowboy!'"

"Oh, you…..you….oooooohhhhh," Brenda groaned. It was taking all of her meager remaining will power to hold off another, even more powerful orgasm.

"Say it!" Ethan cried, laughing and spanking and yanking hair. "Say 'Ride 'em, Cowboy!'"

"My Goddess, I am trying……Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Brenda cried. The last of her will crumbled and was burned away. "Oh, yes. Ride 'em, Cowboy! Ride 'em, Cowboy! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ride ME, Cowboy! Huuuummmmgggggggg!"

Ethan pulled Brenda off the chair, forced her to kneel before him and thrust his stinking, dripping cock in her gorgeous face. He just watched her, watched the emotions playing across her face. The super sexy business woman knelt before him, sitting back on her feet and knees spread wide. Cum dripped from her pussy and ass as she stared at the huge cock before her face. He smiled as she licked her glossy red lips, then swallowed the lump in her throat.

Brenda rose up on her knees, took Ethan's cock in hand and pressed her full red lips to the head, giving it a lingering kiss. Then she suddenly pulled back, a look of disgust on her face.

"It stinks like crap," she said.

"Any skid marks are from your ass, baby. So suck it. Lick it clean, then make me come again," Ethan said.

She hesitated. He was about to say BJ, when she leaned in and started rolling her tongue all over the head of his cock. Brenda licked his cock from head to balls, and then licked and sucked on his sweaty, sticky balls. And once his dick was pristine, she swallowed him whole.

"Oh yes," Ethan groaned. "I love watching your lips slide all the way down my shaft and you burying your face in my pubic hair."

Brenda sucked Ethan long and enthusiastically. It took over forty minutes to make him come in her mouth, face and across her titanic tits. But she accomplished her goal. She was very goal oriented, after all.

"All right, thanks for the trip around the world, Brenda," Ethan finally said. He straightened his clothes, and headed for the door. "I have business to attend, but I'll meet with you tomorrow morning and we'll decide if I move into Wade Manor, or if you move in with me in my penthouse apartment. Later, babe."

# # #

The super sexy Queen of Justice stood before Onyx Towers, the luxury apartment building Ethan Whitebread built and lived atop. He had the entire top two floors. She looked up at his well lit penthouse with both anger and dread. Okay, and a little erotic excitement.

"He's going to be so sorry he messed with Brenda Wade," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowed. She felt a twinge of erotic pleasure in her lower belly, remembering what he did to her that afternoon in her office. It was GLORIOUS, and insidious. "Thank the Goddess he didn't realize that he'd tamed me, and that I would've done anything he asked at that time. The very thought is humiliating. Sometimes I truly hate my Aphrodite gene cursed body."

She took a deep steadying breath, mainly because she was becoming aroused at those dark, sexy thoughts. After all, once she was climaxed a couple times, and tamed, then her mind was wide open to suggestion. Tamed Aphrodite women, tamed SUPER HEROINES, are easily brainwashed while they still in that highly aroused state. But that requires the villain to continue fucking them, keeping them climaxing while he twists their minds and wills to his own design. Ethan either didn't realize it was possible, or didn't realize she was such a woman.

"Lucky me," she thought. "Otherwise, my sexy ass would be kneeling before him right now, eager to please." She smiled grimly. "Instead of poised to take him down, once and for all time."

Ms Americana was confident of victory, even though she'd been thoroughly tamed several hours earlier, and was still effectively DE-POWERED. Her golden power belt required pent up sexual frustration for fuel. Since she was utterly sated, satisfying all of her sexual needs and desires, her power belt was nothing but a pretty fashion accessory at that time.

The sexy super heroine spotted the doorman controlling access to the building. There would be no slipping past him. Since it was innocent of any crimes, as far as she knew, Ms Americana could fight her way through him. Hurting an innocent civilian was unforgivable. So she snuck around to the back, and grinning.

Cleaning people had propped open the back door, next to the dumpster. Ms Americana jumped on the elevator, and pushed the button for the 10th floor. Ethan owned the ninth and tenth floors. I went up to the tenth floor, but the door wouldn't open. It required a KEY to access. So she tried the 9th floor, and same problem.

"Okay, how to get up to the next floor," Ms Americana said once she stepped out onto the 8th floor. She found the emergency stairs, and went up to the next floor. It was locked, and so was the 10th. In frustration, she just knocked. And moments later, it opened by Ethan. "Good evening, Mr. Whitebread. We have to talk."

The shapely super heroine pushed past the surprised villain back. She hurried in, and found herself in the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Ethan said, but didn't look too surprised or concerned.

"I spoke with my good friend Brenda Wade today," the Queen of Justice said, glaring at the offensive man. "You've been a bad, bad boy, Mr. Whitebread. And I'm here to put a abrupt end to your villainy."

"Villainy? I love the way you super bitches talk," Ethan said, and laughed. "Besides, all I asked Brenda for was a wet, wild and wicked BJ."

Ms Americana dropped to her knees and unzipped Ethan. She pulled his cock out and started sucking. Ethan watched her full red lips eagerly suck down his cock, and then savored her sheer talent at sucking cock. Oh yeah, she sucked just like Brenda. It was divine.

While her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, Ethan reached down and pulled off her mask. She didn't flinch or even slow down in her task. In fact, to his surprise, she gave no sign she noticed or cared. Ms Americana, or rather Brenda Wade, just kept on moaning, groaning and cocksucking. So he stuffed her blue, star-spangled masking into his pocket and just enjoyed his victory.

"Mmmmghhh," Ms Americana groaned when he finally creamed her mouth. She took the time to suck it all down, taking in the after squirts, too. Then she licked him clean, stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped him up before she stood up and regained her senses.

"You asked for what?" she said, thinking his sentence trailed off without finishing. Ethan and his friends that visited Brenda in her office did that all the time. Odd and irritating.

"For her cooperation," Ethan said, grinning wickedly. He suppressed his laugh, because she didn't even realize she was unmasked and exposed. And there were hidden cameras recording every second of their encounter. "Come, I have something I want you to see."

Ethan led the sexy, vivacious vigilante to his private movie theater. It seated twenty. He picked up a remote and the screen came alive. Ms Americana gasped as a scene of Brenda on hands and knees sucked off Ethan, then Herman Haney and finally Bob Higgenbokkens. It was in Brenda's office.

Delta City's premier super heroine stood transfixed as scene after scene of Brenda Wade sucking cock rolled across the screen. There were even montages of still photos of her sucking off countless men, mostly in her office, but also on the streets, in the parking garage, in some very fancy restaurants. It was far worse than she ever suspected. How HUMILIATING! Her pristine reputation was in tatters, soiled beyond recognition. That explained all the snickers she heard all the time.

Heart pounding, breathing hard, she gawked at tried to make sense of it. How did Ethan do it? What was his secret? Was it drugs? Some mind-control device?

"Pretty sexy, huh?" Ethan said. "It's giving me a woody just watching. Are your panties wet yet?"

"Oh, you vile, foul fiend! How dare you disrespect and violate my good friend, Brenda Wade, like that?" Ms Americana whirled on him. She grabbed him by the collar and pushed her face close to his, their noses just an inch apart. "Tell me how you did it? Tell me, and I might not beat the blood snot out of you right here and now."

"Hey now, I'm a lover not a fighter," Ethan said, still grinning with wicked delight. Oh, how she wanted to smash that smile off his face. She pulled her right fist back to pound into his face. "Oh, just whatever you do, do NOT look to your right and into the mirror. You won't like it."

"What dangerous game are you playing, Ethan?" Ms Americana growled, and then glanced at the mirror. Then did a double-take. "My mask! What happened to my mask!"

"Oh, this?" Ethan said. "I took it off you while you were so obediently sucking my dick in the kitchen. Kinda of funny, don't you think, Brenda?"

The stunned super heroine froze in place. Ethan pulled his shirt out of her grasp, and grinned at her. The look of utter horror on her face was priceless. He had defeated the mighty Ms Americana and Ms Wade. And she knew it.

"And, of course, every square inch of my penthouse is under audio/video surveillance, and every second has been recorded since you entered," he said, and used the remote to access that file on the computer. Suddenly, it showed Ethan opening the door to the stairs and Ms Americana coming in. In no time she heard him say, "Besides, all I asked Brenda for was a wet, wild and wicked BJ." Hearing BJ, she tried to drop to her knees and suck him off, but Ethan stopped her. And Ms Americana instead watched herself drop to her knees and suck him off, watched how easily he removed her mask, and she didn't remember any of it. "Is that not the most erotic porn video you've ever seen?"

"How?"

"Oh, you pissed off that hypnotist, Sir Antonio or something, back at the charity ball. Well, I just was lucky enough to witness him hypnotize you outside of the Ladies Room, and over heard the trigger word," he said, shrugging. "I've been a bad, bad boy. Very bad. And you, Brenda 'Ms Americana' Wade, have been even worse! As Ms Americana, the boys down in Sugar Town have figured out the trigger word, and that's why they always escape. Just before you take them down, they say it and you give them ALL blow jobs."

"Oh my Goddess! No! That explains so much," she cried, horrified even more. "I've been ruined!"

"I know. Pretty cool, huh?"

"What kind of monster are you?"

"Horny," he said, and laughed. He looked her up and down, with the most lecherous eyes she'd ever seen. And she'd see a lot checking her out, too. "And you have the most fucklicious body imaginable, Brenda. Now, take off your top, please."

"What? Take off…are you mad? I'm ten seconds from beating you into a red smear on the floor!"

"And I'm five seconds from pressing this button on the remote, which will send all my video of Brenda and Ms Americana -- unmasking and all -- out to some mob bosses. So, five -- four -- three -- "

"Aagghh!" Ms Americana cried, and unsnapped her red, white and blue costume top. She pulled the top off her body, and Ethan watched mesmerized as her firm, round, milky white globes bounced free before his eyes. "You may have won over me tonight, but I will have my revenge. One of my super heroine friends will find out, and avenge me. Mark my words."

"Ah, defiant to the end. Kneel."

"You know," she said, slowly dropping to her knees before her conqueror. "I can help you. This is a mental breakdown you are having, and we can get you professional help."

"So sweet of you, my dear. Open wide. Good girl. Stick out you tongue. Perfect," Ethan said. He placed the head of his hard dick upon her hot, wet tongue. A single tear rolled out of her left eye. "You're a good little whore, babe. Now you know what to do,"

To her shame, the beautiful super babe knew exactly what to do, and started doing it. She sucked him long and hard, until he changed it all up.

"Titty fuck me, Brenda Babe," he said.

"Ugh, fine," she said, aroused but still angry. With both hands, she pushed her super sized tits up and engulfed Ethan's cock deep inside her cleavage, then she started working it. With the angle in which she titty fucked him, his cock kept popping out and jabbing her in the chin and lips. Until it came out spew creamy white cum, all over her face and tits. "Oooh, so nasty."

"Eat it all up, Ms Ameri-Brenda," Ethan said. "Scoop it up with your fingers, and eat it all."

"You are so sick," she groaned, but did as ordered.

With that done, Ethan dressed her up in her to and mask again. She was lead to a back room, with separate video camera setup and a long crate. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, and her ankles and knees were tied together. She knew she was in trouble when Ethan put on a black ski mask. Then she was placed in front of the camera.

"Say nightie-night, Ms Americana!" Ethan growled in a disguised voice as he stepped up behind her. A second later, a wet clothe was placed over her nose and mouth. "Breathe in, Americana. When you wake up, it will be in a distant, foreign land. And you will begin your new life as a SEX SLAVE!"

Ms Americana panicked, struggling and writhing helplessly. She held her breath as long as she could, but soon she started breathing in those heady, horrible fumes. Very quickly, she felt her world begin to spin. Her baby blues crossed, then rolled up. She felt strength bleed from her body, and the darkness consumed her.

"Ms Americana is defeated and vanquished," Ethan said. He picked her limp body up, and placed it in the crate. Then he duck-taped the chloroform clothe over her face, before removing her power belt. "Battle trophy for me."

Ethan nailed the crate closed, and turned off the camera.

"That video will go out on the internet and to all the major news organizations shortly," he said, grinning. Then he opened the crate and removed his prize. "Ah, my lovely fiancé is so beautiful when she sleeps." He looked her over with growing lust. "Unconscious or not, she's still fuckable. Bedtime!"

Ethan waited a week, as the furor over Ms Americana's abduction and fate swept across the city, the nation and the world. Brenda watched with grim acceptance. Ethan had forced her to reveal her secret chamber, so he had all of her Ms Americana costumes and paraphernalia. All of her mind control drugs were his. At the end of a week, Ethan Whitebread and Brenda Wade surprised the world by eloping to Las Vegas to get married. Brenda signed a pre-nup, but not Ethan.

The next day, Brenda and Ethan announced that Wade Enterprises and Whitebread Industries were merging, and that Ethan would head up the new, bigger corporation as Chairman of the Board and CEO. Brenda would step down to be a stay at home wife, and hopefully soon, a mother.

Brenda didn't mind. On their wedding night, Ethan finally took that last step. He fucked her three times stupid, TAMED her, and started brainwashing the gorgeous super girl. By the time the sun came up, Ethan was Brenda's sun and stars, he was her absolute MASTER and her loving husband. Brenda would obey her husband for the rest of her life, without question and with nothing but love and joy.

"It's good to be me," Ethan said six months later, sitting behind the desk that used to be Brenda Wade's, as his beautiful and PREGNANT wife knelt between his legs and gave him a glorious BJ.

THE END